Coldness Wrapped In A Blanket – Wrapped In Words

Placate my words in a sea of red,

my life a wash,

my blood do I shed,

forgiveness not given,

mistrust held against those unworthy,

I saw you there that day,

we locked eyes for a moment,

I saw the tears running down your face and I misread what they meant,

for I thought you were mourning those I had broken and buried so long ago,

but it was me the tears were for,

you had forgiven my misdeeds,

you had awoken,

as I lay dying,

but at least in that last moment,

we both knew what was seen…

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